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Mar 31, 2004 14:36

Ocean's 11

So, another bullet shatters the glass that gassed the seventh guests on the thirteenth hour and passes as an examining eye chart or flow chart with points plotted like poignancy and plans. Only, this time there is no point, or it is beyond me to say what shapes are proper to boldly go where no man has gone with potting clay.
Slipped disc; skipped disk track train
elegancy
lmnoperables proper
PH D doctor it. The gash. Headwound. An angry mound of flash; flesh
flutter butter fyl
flit slit slut
slam the door in my face, on my hand
idonwannawand mawana banwana
great what flahunter
pea pod pebble
evolve eventually
eleveat escargo
to go to town lone
Jay Leno linens
possessive grammatical cram
madrigal
break it down
build it up
on off switcheroo
Vodka from Russia
my best friend was Stalin or Hitler when i was a child and now i'm grown
some one find me some bunny to love like i love my life if Dave would call
Tommy James
Rick Chappell
i'm going to the chapel with Johnson & Johnson and ain't no rootin' tootin' toad-tongue-ton-a-tell-me-to-tie-my-rhymes-to-night
to tell tomorrow
a winner everyday for the next six
seven septum acceptance
littn rejection
no i don't spose i'm required to make sense
derelict
dyslexicon
don't do anything i wouldn't wanna
'm wane mane maim
mama gonna grow a scarecrow
corn grow
keyhole
looking glass peep hole in the ground
earth, asshole
tell the difference and you're a mighty man
no engineer
no more nan ni nor knee not knock nup net nor nine nrome naroun
i think drugs have done some good things for people
like let go
lemme Lenny K for a bottle of Tequila
Tarantula spider
eight-legged freak
fretwork
free load egg spinner
dada data
olive oil
olive green
greek
soak me in speak
spew on your spilt milk on the back of your couch
cow
bow wow wow
woo roo row
diamond dog don' do little
none to tell the truth
my stream is so off track i'm forgetting to write.
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